A/N - My first fanfic! Please review! And hang on for more will come! :)

My dad drove me to Phoenix's local airport in his blue, white and red police cruiser. So much for being inconspicuous – I already saw about five or six "fan vans" following me on the way here.

"Um, Chad?" I asked nervously, fiddling with my hoodie zipper in the back seat.

"It's dad you know. I thought from all these years you've spent with me that you'd remember what to call me." He threw a little laugh and then asked, "So what's bothering you Gabby? Is it moving to a new town or that the town you're moving to is too tiny for you?"

My dad, Chad, was a highly respected police officer in Phoenix, and somehow, he became my manager and bodyguard. The only reason I need a bodyguard was because I was too famous for my own good. One word that would've described me in Phoenix (and everywhere else for a fact) was superstar. I was constantly surrounded by people, mainly adoring fans, for my musical, acting and modeling skills. Whenever I went into a shop or restaurant, I was instantly recognized and that kind of constant fame got overwhelming.

In fact, I just hated about everything fame brought with me: the screaming fans, the creepy stalkers, the annoying paparazzi, tabloids and lack of my own time. I was booked every weekend and every weeknight – it's a good thing I've got my own personal teacher. But too bad she was fired because of my "big" move.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, also inhaling the scent of my shampoo. Freesias and lavenders, those were a couple of my favourite plants.

"No dad, I'm actually relieved to be moving to a new town, especially a smaller one. I just hope nobody's going to recognize me…" I trailed off, a bit paralyzed with the fear of this "fame situation" starting all over again.

"Honey, calm down. You're going to be all right, especially since you are moving to a town named after some piece of silverware. Forks. Huh. No one here is even going to bother to look for you there." He flashed me a grin from the driver's seat. Suddenly, his face sobered. "But if they do happen to find you in Forks, you can always move back with me and Penelope. We'd both love to have you stay with us while Penelope's on tour, and you know that I don't mind being both of your bodyguards."

I sighed. Penelope was my dad's girlfriend since my dad moved away from my mother, and Penelope happens to be a singer too, but on a much lesser scale than I am. She was going on tour this year in hopes of bigger fame. I didn't want to hold her back by staying.

Slowly, I looked up from my sweater to face Chad. "No, no. It's okay. I'm okay. Really. I'd like to stay in Forks to finish high school. And maybe to see what Joyce is fussing about."

Joyce, my mother, had let me visit Forks to see her and my best friend Jacob Black every summer vacation, and in return, she visited me in Phoenix every holiday and birthday. But last year was different. On my Sweet Sixteen, my mom had said that it would be her last time visiting me and I wasn't allowed to see her in Forks if I kept on living in Phoenix. I asked her what she meant by that and she put it into these cryptic words, "You have to choose whether or not to live with me, your mother, in Forks. Permanently. I can't keep on visiting – it's a waste of money and time. You have to choose soon because in this stage, it is crucially important.". I was going to ask her a bunch more questions regarding what she said, but she said she won't say anything more unless I chose to live with her and that she didn't mean to be rude, but for some reason, it was important to her.

Chad let out a chuckle. "Just don't worry, Gabby. Remember who you are and that you are invincible." He said it as though I were a hero, and quite frankly, I didn't think so myself. I didn't even bother to make myself into a quadruple-threat by adding dancing in my crazy life because I think dancing is dangerous. What hero is afraid of dancing? Apparently, me.

There's one big issue I have with including dancing into my once hectic schedule – I'm very clumsy. Sometimes I feel that I have two left feet and no hand-eye co-ordination. Which is very, very true. Once, I managed to hit ten students in the head with a volleyball, by accident of course, in just one gym period. From then on, I tried to stay away from any unnecessary physical activity that could, and would, cause injury or pain. Even though I try so hard, the paparazzi, unfortunately, had the opportunity to take a couple shots of me almost falling off the stage during a rehearsal, or tripping over cables on movie sets, or even stumbling and hitting myself into the mall's restroom door in a hasty attempt to escape a half-crazed fan.

I hoped desperately that I could live like any ordinary teenage girl could in Forks, the little cold and rainy town in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State that now seemed to promise peace and refuge compared to this hot and sunny place of Phoenix that only seemed to exhaust and overwhelm me.

"Gabby? Do you remember who you are?" Chad said, interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to reality.

I nodded obediently. I never wanted to upset anyone, especially my only dad.

"Nope. You know that's not a good enough answer for me. So let me repeat it again. Do you remember who you are? Say it loud and proud!" He said it so loudly and enthusiastically that I just had to give a little snort and smile.

"Of course I remember who I am. I am Gabriella Anna Fox, only daughter of Joyce and Chad Fox, the nurse of a small town and a police officer of a big one. I lived in Phoenix, Arizona and I'm going to live in the little unknown town named after silverware! Forks, Washington, right?" I paused for confirmation. In the mirror up front, I saw Chad laugh and nodded approvingly. "Ok, where am I? Now I remember! I am a musician that sings and played many different instruments fluently by the time I was fourteen. I am an actress that can lie and fight on the screen but cannot do those things off camera. I am a model with my mom's flattering figure and features, with my dad's brown eyes and matching wavy hair. I am Gabriella Anna Fox, and I am proud of myself."

Once I was done my well-rehearsed speech that my dad programmed into my brain since becoming a celebrity, I saw Chad's eyes were a bit watery. Anxiously, I was about to ask him what's the matter, but then I saw him smiling. He was crying because he was proud of me.

"That's my girl!" He whispered, too overcome with emotion to speak any louder.

I tried to wipe away the tears that were already starting to spring up to their own accord with the back of my hand. It was useless. Once the tears came, they can't stop. It's like trying to stop a hurricane or calm a tsunami – it's absolutely impossible. All you can do is let it run its course.
On the radio, Kesha's "Tik Tok" song came on, blaring loudly through the cars tiny speakers. My dad froze for a second, and squinted at the display screen and finally turned down the volume. Then Chad turned.

"Gabby, to be honest, I think your compositions are a lot better than this modern-day rubbish. And one line in the song reminded me to ask you something…" A minute or two ago, we were happy and chatty, but now…it was serious. Almost business-like.

My throat was so tight, it was like I had forgotten how to breathe. I knew that "Tik Tok" was an inappropriate song and sets a bad example for many young girls. Fortunately, I never was influenced by anyone who seemed to have a certain attitude like a sleazy, perverted, or violent attitude.

But just knowing this piece of information wasn't enough for me to relax. Chad could literally talk about anything to me since we rarely had awkward moments because he was always open-minded and positive. From looking at his serious, business expression, I had a feeling that this conversation wasn't exactly going to be one of those positive, cheery pep talks. It was going to be one of those "you're going to agree with me, whether you like it or not" chats.

The silence in the car was almost unbearable now. Someone had better say something, I thought frantically.

Chad opened his mouth to speak.

Thank God! He's going to speak! The thought was so relieving that my back slumped against the seat and I released the breath I hadn't known I had been holding.

"Gabriella, if you ever find a boyfriend when you're in Forks, you'd better bring him to see me as soon as you can. If he can't come, I will. Got that sweetie?" He was grinning openly now, but his brown eyes were serious.

Once his words came out of his mouth, I became almost giddy with relief. I've never dated a guy before, even though there was dozens after me like obedient little puppies. They all just seemed the same though; they all wanted the same thing in a girl. They wanted good looks and good status. They wouldn't even look for anything deeper than that. Even with my fellow actors and celebrities, all they cared about was who had more status, looks and money. Since the moment I realized this truth, or what I thought was the truth, I gave up on romantic interests and started to do things that would bring a positive effect into my life like my studies. I only became a celebrity because Chad wanted me to, and I couldn't refuse since I didn't want to upset him, even though, deep inside, I hated to be the centre of attention. It's shocking, but it's the truth. If Chad hadn't brought the "it would be nice if you were a celebrity" situation, I probably would be like any normal teenage girl, doing homework and hanging out with friends on weekends.

I thought about my words for a minute and then flashed him an honest and genuine smile.

"Yes. I've got it. But I don't think I'll find anyone special in Forks, a tiny town, if I can't find anyone special here." I gave out a little snort and then, suddenly, we burst out into a round of laughter.

"Oh, and by the way sweetie, you've got to get on the plane in ten minutes. I'm going to miss you, you know. You also know that you'll have to reply to my texts, calls and emails – just to be safe."

"Wow. That's almost like homework – checking my cell, the home phone and the handy-dandy purple iMac you bought for me last year just to see if you contacted me. But don't worry, I will. And I'll miss you too."

"Remember to say hi to your mother for me." He said almost wistfully. He separated and divorced my mom, Joyce, when I was an infant just because he wanted to live in a big city and raise me there, but Joyce refused to leave Forks because she said "It's dangerous to go live in a big city because everyone will know your name, which is very dangerous if you ask me.". That little argument grew and grew to the point where they divorced, and Chad is still very guilty because he felt that it was his fault.

Another one of her very cryptic phrases, the little voice in my head thought. When will she ever say something so you can actually understand it?

"I will!" I said, tugging along a couple of luggages with wheels as I ran, and stumbled, towards the gates. "Love you!"

"Love you too Gabby! Remember to reply to my texts, calls and emails…" His voice was already tuning out as the automatice doors behind me closed. I could already hear some shrieks and people calling my name as I walked in line to check-in.

My time in the line was horrendous. The line was as long as the Amazon River, in my opinion, since it wasn't going any faster than a turtle in a race. As time passed by, I could feel the crowd's stares and pointing fingers on me as if I have an elephant on my back. I felt my cheeks start to burn – an automatic response to any strong emotion I come running into.

Finally I made it to the counter, and as the man checked my passport, he took out a slip of paper and a pen.

I looked at him questioningly, wondering what in the world is going on. Did I do something wrong? It wasn't like I have committed any crimes or felony.

He looked pretty sheepish now as he handed the slip of paper and pen to me. With a shock, I realize that the slip of paper has a photo of a little girl on it. He blushed and asked "Can I get your autograph, Miss Fox? It's for my…um…uh…niece. Yes! My niece!"

I didn't need to do this but I knew it would upset him so I just said, in an indifferent voice, "May I ask whom I autograph it to?"

"Kellie. Kellie Smith." The man said, still a bit of pink in his cheeks.

"Alright…"I said as I scribbled "To Kellie Smith, From Gabriella Fox" onto the photo. Calmly, I handed the pen and paper back to the man. "May I get on my flight now?"

"Uh, yeah. Turn to your right once you reach the hallway." He grinned, as if to say "maybe you're interested in me too?".

I just rolled my eyes and gave a little giggle, which is what I do with every guy infatuated with me so they don't feel that bad that they got rejected. "Thanks."

I got on my flight and settled into my seat so I could wait out the next 4 hours it would take to get from Phoenix to Forks.

From Phoenix to my mother.